Doctor, what's wrong? Oh, I'm fine, just a little tired. Please check these two files in a moment. A lot of new Operators have joined Rhodes Island, and we can't disappoint them.

Rhodes Island and this land at large have already lost so much. We will put a stop to it... Rage may destroy us, but when confronting malice, ever more people have no other choice. Until the land finds peace, no one will be able to extinguish this fury.

My rings look different? I couldn't hide it from you, Doctor... You're right, one of them broke. But it's okay, Dr. Kal'tsit helped me switch it for a new one. Did... that have something to do with when I blacked out, you ask? Doctor...

In this whole operation, we gained no commercial profit at all, and we gave so much... But there are many things you can't weigh in terms of business value. Rhodes Island was never a company born exclusively for profit, and this land needs more than just physical medications.

Chernobog's Reunion... it's over, and is there any more point to denouncing what they've done? Think of the people who trampled them, abused them, massacred them... hatred breeds hatred. That was something that should've never happened in the first place.

Once, there was a Sarkaz betrayed, who walked this land bent on vengeance, only to cast his own life into the cycle of revenge. What I can't understand is, he'd already settled on his own end before he drew his sword. In his rage… he settled on death, with a clear mind.

Death should be carved into our memories, never to be forgotten, no matter who brought that death about, nor who was brought to. Our mistakes will never be right... those scars should always remind us, warn us how frail we are.

Even now, they still sometimes come to mind. Misha's gaze, FrostNova's roars, Patriot's cries... Ace, Scout, and so many operators sacrificed their lives for a single belief. But the Infected all across Terra—what is it that they've died for?

Doctor... recently... have I been a little less like myself? The nameless anger that rises up, time and again... is that mine? If so... no, even if so, I won't give up. I will protect you, Doctor, by this sword.

Doctor, are you okay? Do you need to rest a little? I'll help carry you. Don't worry, I'm doing fine. So long as you're rested.

Doctor, it's so good to see you. My appearance? Um, please don't be afraid... I can explain this. But don't worry, Doctor. Whatever happens, I won't ever let you come to harm. I swear it.

'If the fight is unavoidable...' This is what the person I most trusted once taught me.

Got it.

I shoulder the wrath of so many others.

Operation commencing. Let's go!

Incoming! Ready, all members!

Amiya here.

This sword thirsts for revenge... I won't permit it.

My sword is cloaked in Chi Xiao's shadow.

Madam Ch'en's swordsmanship... flows within this weapon.

Drop your weapon!

Your thought, your Arts, I can cut them.

'With what do I answer your failure of justice?'

Do not... make me angry.

Doctor, thank you for always supporting me. Our battles will only get harder from here, but we can't give up.

How long do we fight? How long until the flames of anger on this land die down...

Doctor, good job. Let me handle the clean-up.

...What happened? This shouldn't have...

Phew... we can take a little breather now, right?

Whuh, Doctor...!

Doctor, could you... hear me out for a bit? Is that okay?

Arknights.

For a brief moment, I could hear a voice growling deep within my heart: The suffering on these lands is eternal, and nothing can be turned around in such a short span of time... No, I refuse to accept that, Doctor. I trust that our journey and our fight are meaningful.

Welcome home, Doctor!

There is no avoiding pain if we are to end the vicious cycle that is hatred. Nevertheless, I believe there will come a day when I can set down this blade. Doctor, until that day comes, I'll protect you at all costs. I only hope that... it won't be you who gets hurt.